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Tahiya Nuzhat Jan 2017
It was the calm before the storm,
Gloom suspended in quiet wind-
Fire cracking inside her icy heart,
As Winter howled at the raging Spring.
Tahiya Nuzhat Dec 2016
Into the mirror I see
I am six, I am thirteen,
I am nineteen and twenty three
I look into mirror and inside I see
The exact same heart,
Staring back at me.

I cross continents
Over oceans large and seas
So much I run
Addresses cant keep up with me
I change trains
Jobs and people I see
I look into the mirror
The same heart staring at me.

The earth has turned around
A thousand plus and more
The moon has built bridges-
I remain stranger to the shore

I look into the mirror
I am fourteen and twenty eight
Unfolding into myself
I was thirty when I was eight.
Tahiya Nuzhat Nov 2016
The beast was never asleep
It was us
The cobwebs were there
But we did not see,
Now the sun has risen-
The truth stands sad and tall
We have awakened,
Upon the empire's fall.
Tahiya Nuzhat Nov 2016
Four blue jays and twenty-one geese
A hawk, a starling,
Seagulls away from sea--
                                                           ­                I read you like a letter
                                                          ­                      A haiku in Spring
                                                      I heard you like soft Autumn walk
                                                      And clouds not wanting to be still
I heard you in the wind,
When it blew in from the North
A crisp clean chill
An announcement
Of endings and beginnings
                                                      ­    I saw you in the Sun that did not last
                                                I saw you in the expectant Moon that came
Made way for darkness and dawn
Then gave it all up to the wind
                                                       And I flew.
Tahiya Nuzhat Nov 2016
I heard myself -
And my voice I recognized,
As the voice that speaks
But not mine.
                 I became aware of hearing.
                 But who is this inside?
                 Who it is that insults my soul?
                 Speaking to me in words
                 That are not mine.
Tahiya Nuzhat Nov 2016
I am on the edge,
Of this mountain so green,
So beautiful and deadly and endearing.

Green earth, it is green below,

The green keeps saying,
Fall fall fall.
Why walk on the edge when you can fall?
Why not choose to fly, instead of crawl?
Fall
      Fall
             Fall.
Tahiya Nuzhat Oct 2016
The boat has reached the shore
The sharp rocks of the edge
Cutting quietly under water

The wind is still,
Letting the sun sing its chorus-
Rising or setting
Colors are the same in the sky
A bit more time will tell
On which side of the Earth am I.
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